Durin's Diary

Chapter 931 Planting Peach Trees

"Is it really useful for us to wait here? Shouldn't we set up some more people?" The fox demon stood by the window, looking at the small building, and he was very worried.

Although he knew Mr. Dulin was very strong, incredibly strong, could he really protect those seemingly helpless little girls?

“What are you worried about? I’m not worried at all. I’m more worried about those assassins. I’m afraid they’ll figure something out and retreat on their own.” The old man sitting on the sofa muttered to himself as he looked at the book in his hand, “What’s wrong with young people these days? They can actually read a book that looks like it could cover them up like a dumpling. It’s really bad luck.”

"My lord, things are not as they used to be. It wouldn't be good if children saw those kinds of books," the fox demon said somewhat awkwardly.

"What's so bad about it? Young people come all over the place, and they die before they even see a woman's body. How damn pitiful! What are those old fogies in the review center thinking? I heard that young people from Beijing have to rent a house outside just to see this kind of trash. Aren't they ashamed?" Saying this, he tossed the notebook in his hand to a subordinate of the Inner Guard and took a sip of his tea.

Just then, the old man suddenly looked up at the fox demon: "Something came out from the alley across from you. Put on your True Sight goggles and don't use any spells yourself."

The fox demon quickly pulled down the goggles on her forehead and saw five human figures. The spell on the goggles wasn't strong; only their general shapes could be seen. But this had its advantages. With such a weak spell response, even if someone discovered it, they would only mistake it for the everyday spells used in residential buildings.

After all, the strength of the techniques used by both sides is roughly the same. Given the widespread use of techniques in residential buildings in Changtang, finding a non-residential technique among dozens or even hundreds of technique responses is not just incredibly difficult, but simply impossible.

"They went towards the small building." The fox demon turned to look at the old man: "Look..."

He seemed about to say something but then stopped, while the old man leaned back on the sofa and said, "Don't worry."

So the fox demon watched as the five targets walked to the front of the small building. Someone fiddled with the lock for a while, then pushed the door open and went inside.

A short while later, the lights in the small building came on.

A red humanoid figure emerged and waved in their direction.

The old man stood up and said, "Let's go see which family is trying to harm my child."

"Isn't it from the Alien Assassin's Court?"

“Two half-step Legendary Peak Realm experts, with most of their bodies already at the Legendary level, you say they're just from the Assassin's Court? I don't believe it.” The old man finished speaking and pushed open the door: “I hope the girls leave a few alive, otherwise if they all die, we won't even know where they came from.”

"Master, do you trust them so much?" The fox demon followed.

"Why wouldn't I trust them?" The old man chuckled at this.

One human, two sons of the Candle Dragon, all three are psionicists, one is a born Alpha, one later became an Alpha, and the other is a born Beta, plus a quadruple legend to anchor the team.

This is ridiculously bad. How could they possibly lose against two non-legendary nobodys and their underlings?

Could it be that the person on the other end is the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel? There aren't that many wish-fulfillment novels in the world, right?

………………

As she walked out of the alley, she glanced at the small building in the distance.

Sure enough, this was the small building in the General's Mansion where the families of the military supervisors who came from the capital lived. This was the place that the members of the Assassin's Court were most familiar with.

Here, they assassinated a high-ranking official in the capital of Changtang, gaining fame in one battle; here, they also encountered a trap and suffered a crushing defeat, losing two legendary figures.

Any assassin from the Assassin's Court would both love and hate this small building. It was this place that made the Assassin's Court famous, and even the legends of Chang Tang trembled in fear.

The hatred stems from the deaths of so many members of the organization here; this small building seems to be soaked in each other's blood.

“This proves that they are indeed people from the capital. The brothers who were keeping watch said that those two Zhulongzi have not come out since they went in. As for the General’s Mansion, neither the young general nor the person in the passenger seat has come out.” A man walked to her side.

"What about the back alleys?" she asked, arms crossed.

“We can’t go into the alley; it’s full of anti-illusion formations. If our people go in, we’ll be exposed. But we’ve been watching the exit, and we haven’t seen any targets suddenly emerge.” He shook his head. “What’s wrong? Are you backing down now that things are at stake?”

"I just find it strange that their fathers are so at ease. They don't know the situation at Yumen Pass. Doesn't the young general of Changtang understand?" She looked at the small building, her instincts telling her that something was wrong, but the facts told her that there was nothing wrong. Everything was as calm as food in a magical artifact called a refrigerator in Changtang, readily available.

“Don’t forget your predecessor hasn’t been dead for long. Maybe they still think Yumen Pass is safe now.” After he finished speaking, he took the first step: “If you’re not leaving, then I’m leaving.”

Although she wanted to stop him, she also understood that ever since he got involved, she had lost control of the situation. These lunatics in the temple dreamed of offering the blood of the Candle Dragon Prince as a sacrifice to the true god, but they never imagined that all of this was as calm as a huge trap in her eyes.

As she drew closer, her unease grew stronger. As one of the Seven Master Assassins, she trusted her instincts, but seeing his men easily unlock the key and him push open the door, her eyes told her that everything was alright.

But her heart told her to run, because one more step forward meant purgatory.

But he had already gone inside, and like his men, he cautiously explored his surroundings, afraid of stepping on something he shouldn't.

Even with night vision, one still needs to watch where they're stepping.

Seeing that they were alright, she finally gritted her teeth and took a step.

The moment she stepped into the small building, everything was suddenly illuminated by lights.

The four temple assassins who were just searching are now lying sprawled on the floor, grinning foolishly.

The lucky one sitting on the sofa smiled at her: "Not bad, you were actually able to resist the rewriting of consciousness by psychic energy. None of your companions escaped. But you, why did you hesitate so much before coming in? If you had turned around and run away, I really might not have been able to catch up with you in this unfamiliar place, Yumen Pass."

"Greed breeds desires that shouldn't exist." Looking at the young Zhulong radiating a legendary aura, she knew she was doomed this time—to achieve legend at such a young age was something she couldn't possibly handle, let alone the two young girls sitting on the sofa armrest and standing behind it.

Two top-tier psionicists, what's the point of fighting?

She knelt down: "I won't say anything, just kill me. Ask them whatever you want to ask."

"Don't rush, Chang Tang has plenty of ways to make you talk. Even if you don't, we'll beat you half to death and still find a way to pry your mouth open." Saying this, he looked behind her: "Stop waving, they're already here."

Only then did she notice that a silver-haired girl had walked in with a smile.

She was so powerful that her psychic energy seemed to have solidified into a tangible form. Compared to her, the two psychics from before seemed rather insignificant.

Compared to them, the psionicists favored by the Grand Masters in the Assassin's Court seemed as weak as a pathetic joke.

(End of this chapter)